Youth Belongs to Fantasy

What do you do when you like someone? Of course I am going to confess my love to him (her). Do you still need to ask me such a simple question? Youth belongs to confession, sunshine belongs to the window sill, and I think I belong to a future with you. It was my first love, and it was also the first time my heart palpitated. Breaking up may be inevitable, but it's also for a better future, isn't it? Rely on yourself to withstand all wind and rain.